in places
I am felt the same
by friend
the autumn red
in dreams
I am
no different
for ways by which
I came
my hand is held
beneath familiar stars
time
is not yet folded
sheets are not yet dry
the sun is there
and all the children
mine
paradise
or what you say
of promises
we kept
never meant
this sacred door
to close
breezes blow
from just beyond
the reach of circumstance
calls to me
another name
I know